Draco looked down at the soft traces of her figure in the blankets and sighed. He wanted to defend himself, but he simply did not have it in him to fight with her over it. So he left, using his wand to turn out the lights and softly closing the door, silently wondering what the hell he was going to do with his new houseguest.
When he got into his own bedroom, he leaned against the closed door and quietly said to himself, "I'm fucked.